That year I rode on horseback
Snow covers thousands of miles
Red plum blossoms fall behind
Never heard from again
Returning from the dust tonight
Whip whip and horse hooves rush
half moon
But no trace of the old man was seen
Bring your own aged wine
Drink alone under the moon
Drunk and lying in the frost forest
The cold frost in the forest still stains my clothes
The silver moon shines coldly on the ground
Singing old songs even when drunk
Even though I sang, no one responded
Who can play a flute for me and sound like crying?
A few years apart
I just can't let you go
The south wind blew last night
I miss you so much
Returning to my hometown again
A little wandering
flowers of old
Now it has fallen into pieces
Looking for old traces again
The moss marks have turned green
The old house is desolate and abandoned for a long time
The green bamboos and blue water are all empty and silent
Spring ends again in a blink of an eye
Looking for these years
I still can't find you
Just let me play a song of longing for you
It's not until you've been waiting that you know how difficult it is to wait.
If I lose you
All the world is in ruins
I suddenly had the urge to write this article after listening to the loud audio version of "Li Ren Song". I originally planned to make it a short story, but it ended up being a little longer. The ending should be HE, but the process is a little cruel. The writing is bloody + tangled,,